The Works of William Makepeace Thackeray, Tom 18Smith, Elder & Company, 1869 |
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... fellows , Who fought and who bled in her wars , She sneer'd at our gallant Rochambeau , And turned Lafayette out of doors . " Ventrebleu ! then I swore a great oath , No more to such tyrants to kneel . And so just to keep up my drumming ...
... fellows , Who fought and who bled in her wars , She sneer'd at our gallant Rochambeau , And turned Lafayette out of doors . " Ventrebleu ! then I swore a great oath , No more to such tyrants to kneel . And so just to keep up my drumming ...
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... fellows long laid low ; " Summons to bridal , banquet , burial , ball , Tradesman's polite reminders of his small Account due Christmas last - I've answer'd all . " Poor Diddler's tenth petition for a half- Guinea ; Miss Bunyan's for an ...
... fellows long laid low ; " Summons to bridal , banquet , burial , ball , Tradesman's polite reminders of his small Account due Christmas last - I've answer'd all . " Poor Diddler's tenth petition for a half- Guinea ; Miss Bunyan's for an ...
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... fellows whose beards are grey , Did not the fairest of the fair Common grow and wearisome ere Ever a month was pass'd away ? The reddest lips that ever have kissed , The brightest eyes that ever have shone , May pray and whisper , and ...
... fellows whose beards are grey , Did not the fairest of the fair Common grow and wearisome ere Ever a month was pass'd away ? The reddest lips that ever have kissed , The brightest eyes that ever have shone , May pray and whisper , and ...
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... fellows panted and blew ! At fighting not cunning , unaccustomed to running , When the Tartars came up , what the deuce should they do ? " They'll make us all martyrs , those blood - thirsty Tartars ! " Quoth fat Father Peter to fat ...
... fellows panted and blew ! At fighting not cunning , unaccustomed to running , When the Tartars came up , what the deuce should they do ? " They'll make us all martyrs , those blood - thirsty Tartars ! " Quoth fat Father Peter to fat ...
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... fellow seize his lady by the throat , How he cursed her and abused her , beating her into a fit , Till the pitying next - door neighbours crossed the wall and witnessed it . Next door to this injured Briton Mr. Owers a butcher dwelt ...
... fellow seize his lady by the throat , How he cursed her and abused her , beating her into a fit , Till the pitying next - door neighbours crossed the wall and witnessed it . Next door to this injured Briton Mr. Owers a butcher dwelt ...
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Strona 69 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her ? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And, for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, Aud no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter. Like a well-conducted person, Went...
Strona 230 - THE play is done ; the curtain drops, Slow falling, to the prompter's bell : A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around, to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task ; And when he's laughed and said his say, He shows, as he removes the mask, A face that's anything but gay.
Strona 127 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Strona 34 - How he beat the storm to laughter; For well he knew his vessel With that vain wind could wrestle; And when a wreck we thought her And doomed ourselves to slaughter, How gaily he fought her, And through the hubbub brought her, And, as the tempest caught her, Cried, "GEORGE! SOME BRANDY-AND-WATER!
Strona 45 - And here's an inn, not rich and splendid, But still in comfortable case ; The which in youth I oft attended, To eat a bowl of Bouillabaisse.
Strona 68 - Wait till you come to Forty Year. Forty times over let Michaelmas pass, Grizzling hair the brain doth clear — Then you know a boy is an ass, Then you know the worth of a lass, Once you have come to Forty Year.
Strona 48 - ... but not alone. A fair young form was nestled near me, A dear dear face looked fondly up, And sweetly spoke and smiled to cheer me — There's no one now to share my cup. I drink it as the Fates ordain it. Come, fill it, and have done with rhymes : Fill up the lonely glass, and drain it In memory of dear old times. Welcome the wine, whate'er the seal is ; And sit you down and say your grace "With thankful heart, whate'er the meal is. — Here comes the smoking Bouillabaisse ! THE MAHOGANY TREE.
Strona 232 - Go, lose or conquer as you can ; But if you fail, or if you rise, Be each, pray God, a gentleman. A gentleman, or old or young ! (Bear kindly with my humble lays) ; The sacred chorus first was sung Upon the first of Christmas days : The shepherds heard it overhead — The joyful angels raised it then : Glory to Heaven on high, it said, And peace on earth to gentle men. My song, save this, is little worth ; I lay the weary pen aside, And wish you health, and love, and mirth, As fits the solemn Christmas-tide....
Strona 47 - Where are you, old companions trusty Of early days here met to dine ? Come, waiter, quick ! a flagon crusty — I'll pledge them in the good old wine. THE BALLAD OF BOUILLABAISSE.
Strona 232 - So each shall mourn, in life's advance, Dear hopes, dear friends, untimely killed ; Shall grieve for many a forfeit chance, And longing passion unfulfilled. Amen ! whatever fate be sent, Pray God the heart may kindly glow, Although the head with cares be bent, And 'whitened with the winter snow.